"That too," River says cheerfully, and twists to sit on the edge of the boardwalk, bare feet dangling. She's been wading, it seems; there's damp sand clinging to her skin, up to the ankle.
"They're shy," she says to the sky, a little distantly. "Atmo's a veil."
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Date: 2008-04-06 05:34 am (UTC)"They're shy," she says to the sky, a little distantly. "Atmo's a veil."